Voren hesitated for a long moment. Of all the ideas Seraphine had thrown out there, this was the one that made him the most uneasy.
Bloodfang could be incredibly powerful, stubborn as hell, and wildly unpredictable whenever he felt like it. The thought of letting Seraphine interact with him directly felt risky, like handing over something dangerous without knowing what might happen.
Still, a promise was a promise, and he wasn't about to go back on his word. After a long, heavy pause, he finally gave in. "Okay. Deal."
His arm slid around her waist, pulling her a little closer on his lap. The simple closeness brought him a wave of comfort, steadying the nerves twisting inside him. Meanwhile, Seraphine turned her focus inward, speaking gently to her wolf. 'Don't be naughty, Marsha. You have to behave, okay?'
The plea had barely left her mind before Marsha fired back with that bold, cheeky energy. 'Come on, I'm the best thing that ever happened to you.'
